Page 101 of I Blame the Rival

“Do you want me to take off the sticky notes?”

She blows out a breath, “No. I was hoping you could read one of the passages to me.”

I blink, “You want me to read a sex scene to you?”

“If you don’t mind. I think it might be easier than reading it alone.”

There’s no way I'm going to be able to make it through one sentence knowing that Lacey is sitting next to me while some couple fucks through ink on the page.

I should say no. I need to say no.

Repeating the mantra to myself, I’m about to say it out loud when those big green eyes lock on mine. Uncertainty andhopefulness shine back at me and it’s enough to throw my rationality back out the window.

“Okay.”

She beams at me, knocking away the rest of my uncertainty. Taking my hand, she pulls me towards the bed and climbs on top of the covers. I follow her, gently resting my body next to hers before taking the book from her hands.

“Do you normally dress up for movie nights?”

I’m trying to keep the conversation casual as I flip to the page decorated with red sticky notes. My handwriting screams back at me, my letters calm and collected as they describe the sex scene I am about to be reading.

Fuck. I should have chosen a different book.

“Oh no. I did this for you.” Lacey lets out an awkward laugh, “I figured it was time I put in some effort.”

I put the book down with a frown.

“You never have to dress up for me, Flower. You take my breath away the moment you walk into the room. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing.” Hesitating, I look at the sparkles decorating her eyes, “But you do look lovely tonight. I really like what you did to your eyes. And your lips.”

She grins, “Did you notice the new nail polish too?”

“I didn’t want to assume it was for me.”

“All of it is for you, Skylar.”

Lacey looks down shyly and I can’t stop myself from reaching over and stroking her cheek. She blinks in surprise, bringing those sparkling eyes back to mine.

“You asked me what my favourite flower was and I finally have an answer.”

The warmth of her gaze has my face breaking into a smile.

“You.”

She gasps softly and I kiss her before she can respond. Erasing any trace of self-doubt in her mind, I wait until her nails are digging into my neck before breaking away.

“Are you sure you’re ready for the red stage?” Resting my forehead against hers, I search her eyes for the trepidation buried within, “It’s okay to wait. I can read it to you another time.”

She closes her eyes before giving me a nod.

“I’m ready.”

Taking a deep breath, I turn and look down at the page. I can’t remember what I was thinking when I picked this book off the shelf, but I definitely wasn’t expecting to be reading it out loud.

Bracing myself for discomfort, I clear my throat and begin reading.

“She rocked back and forth against my jeans, her moans growing louder with every shift. “That’s it, baby.” I said, thrusting up against her, “Let me feel that pussy leaking through those panties.”

The fact that I picked a book written through the male character’s point of view is really coming back to bite me in the ass.

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